The Ruling Passion After Death
A DRUNKEN witness leaving the box, blurted out, My Lord, I never cared
for anything but women and horseflesh! Mr. Justice Maule: Oh, you
never cared for anything but women and horseflesh? Then I advise you to
go home and make your will, or, if you have made it, put a codicil to
it, and direct your executors, as soon as you are dead, to have you
flayed, and to have your skin made into side-saddles, and then, whatever
happens, you will have the satisfaction of reflecting that, after death,
some part of you will be constantly in contact with what, in life, were
the dearest objects of your affections.